nothing

I used to think you were a volcano.
Now I know you're an impostor, a mountain posing as though you were going to erupt.

holy world war

This happens once in the summer and once in the winter
But I realize that every time I read to hard, I'm always left on the same page

ugh

I'm having the worst week of my life
My computer crashed, and all I want is the 50+ gigs of music back
I have the flu, and I keep having the craziest hot flashes
I wanted to cash my checks so I can pay for stuff for pf but I didn't realize that it takes 3+ days for checks to clear also, I can't find my debit card
I haven't showered in 4 days
:(

Come again, Choose to go

Sometimes but not often you begin to feel this way. The blisters on your feet, the kink in your neck, none of that matters. The complete infinity and bliss you feel can not be ruined by anything. It's not defeated by your aching back or the now stale taste of last night's party in your mouth. Everything and yet nothing at all is complete, it's perfect. It's an end of an era, or a beginning of some sort of beautiful journey. The outcome is still unknown. Good or bad? Only time can tell. Moments like these are supported by a beautiful symphony, a soundtrack if you will. The songs that fit these moments never fail you. These songs are the ones that have carried you through many times like these before or have undoubtedly proven themselves to be reliable. During moments like these, the ones of complete and utter contentment, you have no choice but to put this soundtrack on. Each song can either lift you to the highest peaks of elation or can bring you to your knees, but not in a negative way. Nothing can ever sound or taste or even feel as sweet as each base line, guitar riff or back beat. The lyrics of these songs seem to be written and sung only for your ears. Times like these you wish that you can embed your headphones into your eardrums and never let go of this feeling.

I'm doing as much as possible not to drive myself crazy

I Love You But I Dont - Bark Bark Bark

1+1+1 = 3

Can Tina Turner (1971) stop being such a fucking beast?

naw dude, and you haven't even gotten me started on Cher